The inability to speak in a moments notice will be my undoing. Next to me, across from me, now from away but over the phone she seems close. Stuck, suspended… held in animation, stagnant. Breathing knowing that every breath is wasted. Never turned to words just another sigh but not of relief as I was not able express in the expected manner. She hates the way I carry myself, though the up keep of my heart, soul and mind is a duty that can only be completed by her, shoes that can only be filled by her. Blinded by the world she does not see the commitment I have for her but muted to the world’s noise, she chooses to ignore her inner most thoughts - as I asked her to never second guess herself when it comes to me… but she’s stuck, suspended…held in animation. Thoughts raging in a chaotic up raw of unspoken emotions. We remain stagnant, never drawing closer to one another.
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Circa : The Entries
عاطفيةA very metaphorical & descriptive (aswell as narrative, as it may seem to be diary entries) short story about the journey of a boy and a girl falling in and out of love. The ups and downs of how everything went from his perspective. Written througho...
